With that, the Xuanhuang World Heavenly Prodigy Tournament officially drew to a close. Silence settled over the venue, with only Jin Dongni's endless stream of words still echoing:
"Now, let us congratulate these Heaven's Chosen who have come from afar. May their future paths of cultivation be smooth sailing, and may they rise higher with every step..."
As the host of this grand event, Jin Dongni was already an old hand.
After all, he had hosted tournaments like this many times and knew the entire proceedings by heart.
The spectators below, however, had mixed feelings. After more than two months of fierce competition, the Eight Regions Heavenly Prodigy Tournament had finally reached a perfect conclusion, yet everyone still felt some lingering attachment and reluctance to leave.
Even so, people began rising from their seats one after another, preparing to depart.
Just as the crowd began to stir, a deafening roar suddenly erupted!
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...
Startled, everyone turned toward the distant horizon, only to see dozens of uniquely shaped, enormous flying ships hurtling toward them like meteors.
Each flying ship had its own distinctive appearance, flying flags of different colors and designs. Every vessel radiated an overbearing presence, as though they were mysterious, powerful fleets.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived before the crowd.
"Holy shit, who the hell are these people?
How dare they act so brazenly!
The Heavenly Prodigy Tournament is already over, yet they're still charging in so aggressively. From the looks of it, they clearly haven't come with good intentions!"
Someone cried out.
Another person chimed in:
"Exactly! Look at that formation-they're obviously here to stir up trouble. Didn't you see the Central Saint Palace's flying ships chasing right behind them?
They clearly forced their way in. They were probably hiding